Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 489 Koi Little Lucky Star 18

Xiao Hong calmly took it and sipped it, his eyes scanning Lin Fubao's excitedly flushed face. He could clearly hear Mrs. Song outside the door saying to the rest of the Lin family in a suppressed yet excited voice, "...Did you see that? I said it was a blessing from a noble man!"

"Our Fubao is the reincarnation of a koi fish, a natural born lucky star! Even the King of Hell doesn't dare take the people she rescues! From now on, our Lin family will rely on Fubao to lead us through great fortune..."

Lucky star... Little Lucky Star... The reincarnation of a koi? Xiao Hong sneered inwardly. He naturally disdained such rural myths. But he grasped a crucial piece of information from these words.

This little village girl is actually a very famous "lucky star" in the local area!

Combined with the Lin family's attitude of regarding him as "wealth sent from heaven", and their unconditional trust and protection of Fubao.

Xiao Hong's mind raced, and he figured out the key to this almost instantly. A plan quickly formed in his mind.

"Sir? What are you thinking about?" Lin Fubao asked timidly, looking at the silent young man.

Xiao Hong raised his eyes and looked at the little girl's face full of innocence. Suddenly, he started coughing violently, so heart-wrenchingly that it seemed as if he was going to cough out his lungs. His face, which had just regained a trace of color, instantly turned as pale as paper again, and his eyes revealed extreme pain and confusion.

"Cough cough... cough... I..." He gasped, holding his head in pain, his voice hoarse and weak, with a kind of almost broken confusion, "...Who am I... Where is this..."

He raised his empty eyes, looking confusedly at the Lin family members in the house, then looked at Lin Fubao. There was no sharpness in his eyes anymore, only helplessness and fear. "...My head hurts...I can't remember...I can't remember anything..."

Amnesia!

This thought hit the Lin family members like a thunderclap!

The ecstasy that had just arisen from fantasizing about future wealth was instantly extinguished, and was replaced by greater panic and uncertainty.

The smile on Mrs. Song's face froze, and a hint of disappointment flashed in Boss Lin's eyes. How much "wealth" is a nobleman who has lost his memory worth?

Lin Fubao was stunned, staring blankly at this "noble brother" with a confused and painful look in his eyes, who didn't recognize him at all. Her aura of blessing seemed to suddenly dim when Xiao Hong asked, "Who am I?"

Looking at the sudden change in the Lin family's expressions and the complex calculations in their eyes, Xiao Hong's heart was cold and clear.

This "amnesia" drama can not only avoid the identity test in dangerous situations (there must be something strange about his appearance here seriously injured, and his identity being exposed may lead to hunting), but also make the most of the Lin family's superstition about "Fubao Fuqi" and their investment mentality in the "favor" of saving themselves.

He needed an absolutely safe environment to heal his life-threatening injuries, a place where he would be surrounded by the halo of "good luck" brought by "Little Lucky Star" Lin Fubao, and where the Lin family would be willing to protect him with all their might.

Until he can make sure that the outside world is safe, or find reliable support.

"My dear... my dear, please don't worry!" Mrs. Song was the first to react. She suppressed the loss and panic in her heart, put on a more "kind" smile on her face, and stepped forward to comfort him, "If you can't remember, don't think about it!"

"Having a brain injury is a serious matter! You can rest assured and stay at our house! Our Fubao is a lucky star!"

"She saved you, that was God's arrangement! In our family, no one dares to touch you! Just focus on healing your wounds!"

Mrs. Song's eyes flickered with renewed hope—even if she had lost her memory, it was still a golden thigh! As long as she was alive, her memory might be restored one day! Besides, there was still that golden leaf!

Boss Lin and Zhang also quickly agreed, nervously promising to keep their mouths shut and take good care of the benefactor.

Xiao Hong stopped talking and just leaned weakly on the kang with his eyes closed. He looked exhausted and unable to bear the pain of memories. He completely entered a "state of amnesia".

In the room, the only sounds left were the chaotic breathing of the Lin family and the indescribable complex atmosphere in the air.

A carefully planned exploit and a long-awaited gamble unfolded silently in this small rural farmhouse.

When Lin Fubao looked at this "noble man", she felt that he was even more unfamiliar and distant than when she met Ye Linzi. A trace of uneasiness quietly sprouted in her heart.

A few days later, Yun Chu brought freshly steamed rice cakes, a bag of lung-clearing herbs that Second Aunt had specially taken from the shop, and a few taels of silver that Yun Chu had taken from the system space, and came alone to the vicinity of Qingquan Academy in the south of the city.

Following the address that Ji Qingyuan had revealed last time while choking with sobs, she found a poor but tidy courtyard - the Ji family's small home.

The low adobe wall is mottled with traces of time, and only a few clumps of wilted wild chrysanthemums are stubbornly blooming in the courtyard.

Ji Qingyuan was sitting on a small stool under the eaves, concentrating on decocting some medicine. Steam was rising from the medicine pot, and the bitter smell of the medicine filled the entire yard, mixed with the fragrance of dead leaves brought by the autumn breeze.

Ji Qingyuan was a little surprised when he heard the knock on the door. No one had visited his house for a long time.

When he opened the door and saw Yun Chu, a hint of surprise flashed across Ji Qingyuan's thin face, and he performed a standard scholar's salute: "Miss Yun Chu, how come you have time to come here?" His voice was calm, but there was a hint of warmth hidden in it.

The gloom in his eyes faded a little, and the spirit that had made him pass the imperial examination at the age of eight became even more resilient in the face of adversity.

Yun Chu smiled and handed over the basket: "Send some food to your father, and these herbs."

Without waiting for Ji Qingyuan to refuse, she walked straight into the house to visit Ji Xiucai.

On the kang, Ji Mingzhi's face was sallow and he was coughing and wheezing, but his eyes were clear. It was obvious that the money for medicine that Yun Chu helped to pay had some effect.

Seeing his savior, the old man struggled to stand up and thank him, but Yun Chu held him down in time: "Mr. Ji, just focus on recuperating."

She chatted briefly and left the house.

Yun Chu looked at Ji Qingyuan and said, "Don't be so impatient for quick success and copy books. First, stabilize your studies so that you will have the strength to repay me in the future." These words were spoken lightly, but they touched people's hearts - they were not alms, but exhortation to light up hope.

"Yes." Ji Qingyuan nodded.

"You are two years younger than me, so call me Sister Yun from now on." Yun Chu planned to adopt a foster brother, who might be of help to the Yun family in the future.

Ji Qingyuan felt embarrassed and called out softly, "Sister Yun."

"Good brother, I'll leave first. I'll come to see you and Uncle Ji another day."

After leaving the Ji family, Yun Chu returned to the small courtyard in the city.

The setting sun dyed the sign of the Yun family grocery store golden red, and Yun Zhong was counting the accounts.

Second Aunt Wu was busy making tea for the guests. Seeing Yun Chu, she smiled and brought her a cup. "Sister Chu, you look so good today. Did you go to send some warmth to Mr. Ji?"

Yun Chu nodded: "People have to support each other when they are alive." She looked at the setting sun in the west, thinking about the new goods for the shop in her mind - although life is tight, but every step must be taken steadily to live up to the burden of this task.

At the same time, deep in the Lin family compound in Shili Village, the atmosphere was far more secretive and tense than outside the mountain.

Xiao Hong leaned on the kang and dozed off. The evening breeze outside the window rustled the bamboo shadows, but his mind was as clear as a mirror - he knew the Lin family's thoughts very well.

Mrs. Song's caring and considerate attitude, Boss Lin's probing calculations, and Lin Fubao's growing "lucky star halo", all of these are adding bricks and tiles to his "amnesia drama".